Early in November

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Just a poetic observation about the time of year, and state of mind.

Submitted: November 02, 2016

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Submitted: November 02, 2016



Drip, drip, drip, on the roof of tin;

These storms are soft and gentle, early in November.

We won't see the frigid wind that brings the snow

For that doesn't come to life until December.


The clouds are high and mute the rising sun

As sheets of rain are tossed along the grounds.

A symphony of rhythms surround this house,

Brought to life by rain that prompts the sounds.


Huddled in this bed, there are no worries

For it’s a winter state of bliss that I am in.

There is no work today for the lazy likes of me

So drip, drip, drip, I'm off to sleep again.



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